Monday, June 05, 2006

...year of the bastard

36 years and what do ya get? another year older and deeper in debt. the bastard's body aches. how appropriate, it's his birthday. the fact that i spent all weekend splitting logs while the hammers of hell rained down on me in the woods somewhere makes me ache, i can feel old. not really old, just sore. more on the camping trip later. now i sleep at my desk.

—the bastard


Anonymous said...

Happy Rite of Ascension (not a birthday but close enough to what you described your weekend to be, minus the pain sticks), ya bastid!


bastard central said...

it wasn't so much a right of ascension so much as it was a chopping logs with a hatchet and relying entirely on hitting it in the grain so it would aplit on the first try so i could stay dry. oh hey, i rhymed.